Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.